Quinn's POV
Sitting in the bright white of vast nothing, I told my parents twenty years of stories about my life since their passing. My mother had said they had seen many things, so maybe they already knew some of them, but I still wanted to tell them anyway. I felt five years old again, chatting away like an excited child who had just discovered the most incredible secret. Alora lay with her head in my lap, still clearly weak from what had happened to us. My parents listened intently and told me their thoughts on what should happen to Rob. My mother was never a violent person when I was young, but listening to her talk about killing Rob made me reconsider what I knew about her.
"So, when is this boy going to ask you to marry him?" my mom asked, smiling at me.
"Oh, um, I don't know.
